This morning I dreamt that my dead grandpa (who was alive, very tan and muscular, and in his forties or early fifties) took my brother and I on a boat just like the African Queen through the Indian subcontinent. We were trying to get to the Ganges, but we were on another river in India. It was very hot and humid. The scary part was that the river had these massive rapids even though we were on a big rigid boat with a canopy and everything. My dead grandpa loved it: he was swinging off the posts of the canopy and yelling "Yahoo!" And then I woke up.
05 April 2012
The Time My Dead Grandpa Took Me on a Tropical River Adventure
This morning I dreamt that my dead grandpa (who was alive, very tan and muscular, and in his forties or early fifties) took my brother and I on a boat just like the African Queen through the Indian subcontinent. We were trying to get to the Ganges, but we were on another river in India. It was very hot and humid. The scary part was that the river had these massive rapids even though we were on a big rigid boat with a canopy and everything. My dead grandpa loved it: he was swinging off the posts of the canopy and yelling "Yahoo!" And then I woke up.
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